Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Possible, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Ransom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Made-It Mafia
Song language: English
Possible |
Drippin' in diamonds, covered in gold |
I flooded my AP, I’m outta control |
I’m still in the gutter, dippin' them Os |
Workin' them euros, I’m out of control |
When you’re gettin' dinero, more things are possible |
Anything possible, anything possible |
When you hustle like I do, all things are possible |
Anything possible, anything possible |
I come from the ghetto, I just wanna be rich |
Now the money is comin', ain’t that a bitch |
My crib like perfection, baby show me them tits |
If money could talk, these niggas ain’t sayin' shit |
Ain’t afraid of the Popo, pussy nigga I’m lit |
I take care of my family, you spend cake on a bitch |
You gon' get her the Louis bag, I’m a give her this dick |
She gon' come back for more, call that money well spent |
I started from zero, took that to a hunda |
Brought that to a thou wow |
Now play with them stacks now |
Catch me in traffic, but that could be tragic |
Got a couple new shooters, get you laid in a casket |
You’re my type for sure, I’m tryna see what shorty 'bout |
Thugged out, pants sag with a.40 cal |
I was in Vogue, they wrote me an article |
I want that cover, anything’s possible |
How is it possible you on my dick |
I don’t even got one, man this shit is sick |
My grandma confused me like fuck as a kid |
I had no idea she was more like a pimp |
Bitch I get money, my niggas not starvin', my niggas not stavtin' |
My niggas not starvin', I’m drinkin' my Hennessy listenin' to Marvin |
Overcomin' the obstacles, these niggas popsicles |
Ridin' dick like a prostitute, for that cake I’m in high pursuit |
Word to my mommy, I stay with that Lami |
Dare you to play, I’m not with the flexin', I’m down for that homi' |
I got a lady, she got a lady |
But if you fuck my lady, then you gotta pay me |
These bitches, they love the kid, and you know that |
Don’t play them games I used to, I’m like a throwback |
You treat the special, Bobby Womak |
Me? |
Fuck no, can’t picture that with a Kodak |
On the run like Jay Z, I got me a Beyoncé |
Just to sit with me courtside, watch the Knicks at the Barclays |